Five months ago, when the world started falling apart, a good friend of mine said, "If you don't have low-level depression, something's wrong with you." I agreed, and I guess I thought that once I got used to the disruption of all my daily routines and future plans, I might get back on an even keel.
But as time wore on, things only seemed to get worse. I felt I could break into tears at any moment. Sometimes as I watched our great country look like a banana republic, I gave into those tears. I seemed to alternate between rage and despair, and several afternoons I was so spent from emotions I had to go to bed and stay in a darkened room.
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